Third Person POV
"I need to know more about the stories of the princes, Abuela," the young girl repeated, her small frame curled up in the large, worn bed. Her puppy eyes begged as she gazed at her frail grandmother, who lay propped up by pillows, her skin pale and fragile.
The old woman's hand trembled as it reached out to stroke her granddaughter's cheek. "Estimado, the story is long... too long. I'm afraid you may never hear the end of it," she whispered, her voice raspy with age and the curse that weighed heavily on her body. She coughed, the sound deep and labored.
The young girl frowned, her lips forming a soft pout. "That's not possible," she said with innocence. "You'll always tell me stories, Abuela," Her words were so sure, so unaware of the looming fate of her grandmother's f
